Hello from Jasmine.
I am Mootie and Hansini's daughter, their oldest child. I am 18 now but when this story took place, I was still 17 but by only a couple of months before my birthday.
I am not used to this story writing as I am new to the Letters Books. Only recently have I been officially allowed to read them. So with this story, I have not included the sexual detail as much as some do as I'm still a bit shy of revealing this. But I hope you understand my story and learn about me more too.
I was having a good holiday in the desert town. Dad came with us but for some reason, Mum changed to the other trip. She decided at short notice and Uncle Donald was unable to change the tickets. Nishi agreed to swap with Mum and they made a big deal about her becoming Dad’s stand-in wife so Riya and I started calling her Mummy. Well, she was Dad's stand-in wife, that made her my stand-in mother too.
By what Riya and I heard coming through the wall, they acted as husband and wife too. The honeymooners we called them. Ha! Ha! It seemed going at it any chance they could get.
I am Mootie and Hansini's daughter, their oldest child. I am 18 now but when this story took place, I was still 17 but by only a couple of months before my birthday.
I am not used to this story writing as I am new to the Letters Books. Only recently have I been officially allowed to read them. So with this story, I have not included the sexual detail as much as some do as I'm still a bit shy of revealing this. But I hope you understand my story and learn about me more too.
I was having a good holiday in the desert town. Dad came with us but for some reason, Mum changed to the other trip. She decided at short notice and Uncle Donald was unable to change the tickets. Nishi agreed to swap with Mum and they made a big deal about her becoming Dad’s stand-in wife so Riya and I started calling her Mummy. Well, she was Dad's stand-in wife, that made her my stand-in mother too.
By what Riya and I heard coming through the wall, they acted as husband and wife too. The honeymooners we called them. Ha! Ha! It seemed going at it any chance they could get.
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Flashing a Train Like the Woman.
I enjoyed the tour to the Ghost Town. So much interesting history that Ian knew. Then we went nude swimming at Ian’s farm. This river pool had a railway bridge at one end. You know of it since it was where many years before Katrina had started this flashing at the train drivers.
( See - Story 168 I Strike Gold at a Gold Mine.)
I have heard that when trains came past, the women had flashed their nude bodies. When I mentioned it, Dad had shot that idea down by saying I was too young. Always that, isn’t it? “Jasmine you are too young!” When will I ever be old enough?
( See - Story 168 I Strike Gold at a Gold Mine.)
I have heard that when trains came past, the women had flashed their nude bodies. When I mentioned it, Dad had shot that idea down by saying I was too young. Always that, isn’t it? “Jasmine you are too young!” When will I ever be old enough?